[ That Atsumu is still physically well — normal, by all accounts Amos is familiar with — is what made this development particularly out of the blue for him. He hadn't known anything was off until, well, now. Should he have noticed?
... Maybe? But depression is a new one for a guy who takes everything negative he's feeling and stuffs it down, never again to see the light of day. Unless something big or plentiful enough were to overload that defence mechanism and have it all come erupting out, but... nah.
Atsumu is off for some reason, and he wants to fix that, so. Here he is. He's gonna fix it. ]
Not really. [ Amos' voice is plain, a blank slate of nothing as he shifts to get a better look back at Atsumu. ] Nothing's up for me. Couldn't tell you when the last time anything was.
[ Well, he probably could if he really thought about it, but he isn't going to do that. Instead, his voice softens. ]
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... Maybe? But depression is a new one for a guy who takes everything negative he's feeling and stuffs it down, never again to see the light of day. Unless something big or plentiful enough were to overload that defence mechanism and have it all come erupting out, but... nah.
Atsumu is off for some reason, and he wants to fix that, so. Here he is. He's gonna fix it. ]
Not really. [ Amos' voice is plain, a blank slate of nothing as he shifts to get a better look back at Atsumu. ] Nothing's up for me. Couldn't tell you when the last time anything was.
[ Well, he probably could if he really thought about it, but he isn't going to do that. Instead, his voice softens. ]
Tell me what's up for you? Maybe I can help.